Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.